[Verse 1: Booter Bee]
Yo, B-B-B-Booter, yo
Man better chat to me nice
Like I ain't got a fetish for stabbing up guys
I was in the car 2 shotguns loaded (Bap)
2 fat bells that are battery sized (Bow)
6 in the pump, 16 in the 9
I ain't trying to swing my fist and fight (Are you dumb)
5 foot 9 12 gauge on my side
You think that I care if you're twice my height

[Verse 2: Horrid1]
Gabana
Any nank that i get in my hand Imma use it (Use that)
Fucking abuse it, (Yeah)
Ask in west if we do this, we drop out Woo
Go check on the news bitch, it's useless (Pussy)
I say what I want verified no bluetick (Yeah)
I got down Quikz 2 times with a broomstick
We got the whole of west locked
Thought you knew this
I ain't on new shit, the papers prove it

[Verse 3: Booter Bee]
Yo yo, I got probation sick to their stomach
They heard that I'm back on road
Ask about F-Block chest and head shots
Broad-day run up and tap my smoke
Yo, do it and burn my clothes
The paigons know that I'm fully involved
I told PMan better watch his tone
I'm the reason his nephews heart beat froze
[Verse 4: Horrid1]
There is no way they can doubt anything that I say
I dealt with more than 3 man in a day
That was back in the day
Ever since then I've been locked in the cage
Dealing with the opps bait
My bad side thinks it can get in my good books
If not, sooner or later it chuck chucks
CGM i'm a big crook sliding through Grove
[?] some views not a good book

[Chorus: Booter Bee, Horrid1]
We some real bad boys
With things in common
We run man down and stab man up
Should have seen how I clocked him
Chest shot rocked him, bro head topped him
One shot dropped him
What is the problem, quickly solve that
Neck shot, chest shot, tell man hold that
Shotgun shells that are fatter than Kodak
Dale got slapped that's a Thursday-Throwback

[Verse 4: Booter Bee]
Tooch got shot in the wig it was recent
**** got one to the arm it was decent
They don't want to see when F-Block creeping
I'm gonna leave most of my paigons leaking
Depends how i'm feeling, swing it or squeeze
Slap it off jump back and repeat it
Give me a reason i'll risk my freedom
Pull back the G-Lock keep on squeezing
[Verse 5: Horrid1, Booter Bee]
How the fuck can i battle with them
Can't lie broski, man battle with gems
Used to see Bush yutes start battering them
Can't wait to see Fred start stabbing again
Can't wait till i find him, jump out and bine him
Bro get hit by the thunder and lightning
If bro hops out jumping off my ting
Guarantee that somebody's flying

[Verse 6: Horrid1]
When it comes to this knifing ting i'm ridiculous
I'm gonna hold this sell just figiting
Paigon walks into Huncho finish him
He weren't a problem, still got rid of him
See dash back, Huncho back that, attack that
Left him laid on his back flat
I won't say i'm a gun man love me a knife to splash that
This ain't not [?]

[Chorus: Booter Bee, Horrid1]
We some real bad boys
With things in common
We run man down and stab man up
Should have seen how I clocked him
Chest shot rocked him, bro head topped him
One shot dropped him
What is the problem, quickly solve that
Neck shot, chest shot, tell man hold that
Shotgun shells that are fatter than Kodak
Dale got slapped that's a Thursday-Throwback
[Outro: Booter Bee, Horrid1]
We some real bad boys
With things in common
We run man down and stab man up
Should have seen how I clocked him
Chest shot rocked him, bro head topped him
One shot dropped him
What is the problem, quickly solve that
Neck shot, chest shot, tell man hold that
Shotgun shells that are fatter than Kodak
Dale got slapped that's a Thursday-Throwback